Oooh, Summer in Los Angeles. The snow has melted off the San Gabriel mountains. The sun is shining. Time to shed that winter layer of tweed coats, scarves and Ugg boots. (Okay, maybe not the Ugg boots) Time to welcome the sun, time to show a little bit of skin. Walk fifi at the dog park maybe pick up that cute guy from last summer with that mini-Doberman.
I know what I will grab out of my closet leggings AND A TARP!!!!!!
The trapeze top has hit Los Angeles like a plague. Every rack is filled with them, it is this season's must have. In fact if your store does not carry at least five different versions of this hideous thing, it is immediately shut down and quarantined.
I have been trying desperately to find something to wear this summer that doesn't make me look like I should audition a ring leader and a bearded woman to walk around with me.
I want to know who played this cruel joke, is there anyone who looks good in this "thing" People say models, but I saw this woman today who could have been one, but honestly the only thing she looked like was Countess Von Frumpula of Dowdyville.
DEATH TO THE TRAPEZE TOP!!!!
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